Drop A Big Lie Novels & Stories

“Don’t let him win. He’ll kill us anyway.” His gaze makes contact with mine- wild, desperate, full of pain. A bruise on his lip, a bruise sprouting over his jaw, and yet now I see the man who kissed me in the dark and said I should never go over to the dark alone. But now we don’t know, and I must be the light. That way at least Emily will live, I think. He shakes his head violently. “No—Carina, please. Don’t.” I keep quiet. My fingers are holding the flash drive Leo has created, the one that I slipped under my sleeve. It is my actual weapon, my bet, and my lie.

Sometimes, late at night, I still think about that size-S blouse. It was like Pandora's box—once opened, it revealed every ugly, filthy truth buried in my marriage. But I don't regret it. Some truths, no matter how ugly and filthy, are cleaner than living inside a beautifully woven lie.

Something normal. I carry my plate to the sitting room. Distraction. That’s what I need. I settle on a random rom-com, letting it play in the background. It doesn’t work. Because my mind drifts anyway. Alexander teaching me how to ride a bicycle. “Don’t let go!” “I won’t. ” A lie. Alexander teaching me how to fly a kite. Alexander standing in front of my bullies, his voice low and dangerous. Alexander doing my homework while I watched, pretending I understood everything.

If she wanted to lie, there is no way for David to find out the truth from her behavior. So she just wanted to hear her answer. “I didn’t. She must have seen us together…. in the party we went to last time.” Lia said after trying hard to come out with a lie. The party last time was a huge arrangement, and many people came there. David can’t manage to find out if Sasha was there or not. David looked calm after hearing her words, and Lia sighed, thinking he has taken the bait. “David, you should believe me. I am not among those gossipmongers who would spread rumors to gain benefits. I am sure you must have misunderstood me. You can tell me what happened. I will try to redeem my mistake anyhow.

"You claimed this proposal was an original blueprint personally designed by Flora, and it turns out you're just using someone else's copied drawings to fool me!" That very night, he announced the unilateral termination of their partnership, demanding that Walsh & Co. refund all deposits and pay penalties for breach of contract. Walsh & Co. instantly fell into a massive PR nightmare. The media swarmed, and they trended on search engines round after round; no matter what statements they issued, it was useless. Flora's past history of plagiarism was also thoroughly dug up, and netizens cursed her relentlessly. In court, faced with the mountain of evidence, Louis was deathly pale.

"Your uncle knew my shot was justified. He came to my territory making threats. He made a choice. I retaliated. That's how this business works." "Don't talk." James's trigger finger twitched. "He should talk." I turned to face James but didn't step away from Nathan. "He should tell you exactly why Dad stopped. Because you don't get to keep living a lie." "The lie is easier." "Yeah. It is." I moved closer to James. "But it's still a lie. And lies destroy everything eventually. They destroyed Dad. They're destroying us right now." James's hand dropped slightly. For maybe half a second his eyes shifted to something that looked like doubt.

She tried her best to quickly think of a good lie to tell right in front of her good friend Gloria. "O-Of course he does! Do you know how much stuff I have to throw away every time because he keeps changing partners and women?" Isaiah replied fast, mixing half truth with half lie to make it sound real and believable for Gloria. "I also have to check the full background and history of each and every woman he hooks up with. It is so tiring and exhausting all the time!"

And Damian… He would never forgive me. Not for revealing the secret. Not for ruining the image he carefully protected. Not for dragging our private arrangement into public light. I closed my eyes. Don’t say it. When I spoke, my voice was steady — but barely. “My secret is…” I forced a smile I didn’t feel. “…I almost quit the company last year.” A harmless lie. Believable. Safe. Except Damian stiffened. Not because he knew it wasn’t my real secret — he didn’t. He’d never asked what I felt about my position.

"When I handed Jil over to you, you promised to love and protect her. Have you forgotten? Only a few years in, and this is what we get! We may be old, but we're not dead!" Harvey dared not cry out in pain and only grunted softly every time the spatula struck. He wanted to explain himself, only to open his mouth and close it again. "Just go. We don't want you getting hurt and blaming it on us later." Holding the spatula, Dad was about to close the door when Harvey, who had stayed silent the whole time, lunged forward and jammed his hand in the frame. "Please, let me talk to Jilian. I have something to tell her. I know that I've messed up, and I'm here to make things right. Please let me talk

“Issue an immediate press release. We’re releasing proof of photo manipulation within the hour. Shut down any site that republishes this trash.” Leo walked back and forth while swearing to himself. “She had this planned out so well. That bitch.” I pressed my palms to my face, trying to breathe through the nausea curling in my stomach. My chest felt tight, my skin too small for the rage and shame pressing against it. “How can they believe this?” I whispered. “After everything I’ve said, everything I’ve done?” “Because lies scream louder than truth,” Adrian said, his voice dark. “But that doesn’t mean truth can’t prevail.”